03/03/2025
I know many of you had met Moose when we had our shop in West Branch. I felt I should share this news with you all since she was so loved:
Moose, my sweet, silly goose, gained her much deserved angel wings and crossed the rainbow bridge to find her brother, Toby, yesterday. She had just turned 9 on Friday. The decision to say our goodbyes was a very difficult one, but ultimately the best decision for Moose.
Moose was the best big girl and if anyone ever met her they instantly fell in love with her. She spent most of her days sleeping on the couch, as she was too lazy to do much more, but when she decided to get up and about she was always finding something to get herself in trouble with; whether that was getting on the counter, helping herself to the ice dispenser, the pantry, or grabbing something she shouldn't, just to make me chase her around the house.
She recently discovered birds in the pine tree at the house and on our daily walk to the mailbox, she would stop & jump to scare them out. She loved car rides - hanging her head out the window and letting her jowls flop in the breeze was her favorite thing to do, no matter how cold it was. She hated water - she would tolerate a bath, but if there was morning dew on the grass, you wouldn't catch her anywhere near it (specially if it hadn't been mowed recently), she would even jump over puddles to avoid it. Snow, however, was great because she could stop for a snack anywhere.
She was my shadow for 7 years - she knew what stay meant but chose to ignore it because standing under my feet was much more fun. Despite all the bruises she's left me and the accidental broken nose she gave me, she was the absolute sweetest girl. She reserved her kisses but LOVED giving me hugs - just resting her head on my shoulder until I wrapped my arms around her & if I ended the hug she would forcefully pull me in tighter because we weren't done hugging until she said so. These hugs would happen randomly but absolutely always before she laid down for bed at night. More often than not, she'd have me hold her paw until she fell asleep. Then she'd have wild dreams, almost every night where tiny barks would escape and she'd run so hard in bed that the whole bed would shake.
There are no amount of words to explain how much I miss her already. The house is so quiet and empty without her big presence. Until we meet again, I hope you're frolicking through a big field of dry, green, freshly cut, grass with Toby, with all the couches to lay on you could ever want, eating all the foods you couldn't have while you were here. I love you, so, so much, Moose Ann.
